All posts by Andrew Edmunds

Last Rites Co-Owner; Senior Editor; born in the cemetery, under the sign of the MOOOOOOON...

Diamonds & Rust: The Accüsed – The Return Of Martha Splatterhead

In “Diamonds & Rust,” Last Rites looks back at classic albums from metal’s storied history. Some of those albums were big hits, and others are overlooked gems. All of them deserve your time and attention…

Insanity Alert – 666-Pack Review

There’s a fine line between homage and thievery. Nearly two decades ago now, Municipal Waste came raging out of Richmond, with a silly sense of humor and a sound borrowed heavily from DRI, early Exodus,

King Diamond – Songs For The Dead – Live Review

Ordinarily, I’m not much on live albums. For every Live After Death or Strangers In The Night or Live & Dangerous there are fifteen unnecessary catalog-fillers, most of them little more than a greatest hits

Graf Orlock – Examination Of Violent Cinema, Volume 1 Review

I keep an eye on Graf Orlock because I’m unduly fascinated with the completely over-the-top packaging in which they’ve managed to literally wrap their physical output. The Destination Time Tomorrow CD arrived in the arachnoid

Satan’s Host – Metal From Hell & Midnight Wind (Reissues) Review

Long before he left Jag Panzer to front eeeeevil power metal outfit Satan’s Host in 2011, Harry “Leviathan Thisiren” Conklin left Jag Panzer to front eeeeevil power metal outfit Satan’s Host in 1986. The sole

Best Of 2018 – Andrew Edmunds: Clever Title?! I Barely KNOW Her Title!

2018 was a very strange year for me. I started the year with an intracranial hemorrhage (I’m fully recovered now, thanks) and ended the year with a marriage (she may never fully recover, thanks). Through

Metal Church – Damned If You Do Review

Any new Metal Church is guaranteed to pique interest amongst the old farts around Last Rites HQ, but this particular new Metal Church has been something of a point of polite contention around the break-room

Master – Vindictive Miscreant Review

“You’re nothing but a vindictive miscreant!” spit-snarls Master mainman Paul Speckmann to open this one, his primary band’s 14th album in twice as many years. And if you know Master, if you’ve been keeping up